“There is no God,”

I heard a woman say.

“It’s all a fraud. 

Churches get away

With taking what

You’ve got.

Approval is given,

If money is a lot.”

 

I stand and I reply,

To the people on the ground:

“How can you deny                                              

                 

That God does exist,                                  

When you see a rainbow

Hanging in the mist;

Or when you’ve been loved,

And tenderly kissed?”

 

“How can God be dead                                 

When babies are born,

With sadness in their eyes

After being torn

From God in paradise?”

“And parents learn to bond,

With all their heart and soul                                  

To make their babies whole?”

 

“God’s hand can be seen

In a flower’s shape and color,

And the fragrance it gives,                            

Makes it differ from another.

Only God’s great mind

Could throw our world together,

Create the moon and stars,

And orchestrate the weather.”

 

“No one has been able

To do the things He’s done:                            

To forgive our sinfulness,

By giving up His son.

I know I couldn’t  do it,

Give up my only child,

So  God and sinners could                                    

One day be reconciled.”

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